Jamie: Well, I
wouldn't say that. I know you love Vicky very much, and I know it can't be easy.

Bridget: You
know what I thought? When Victoria got all that money, I thought she was going
to be at peace and that she'd settle down.

Jamie: Hmm.

Bridget: But I
guess maybe it's -- it's not in her nature.

Jamie: Not that
Iíve seen.

Bridget: Miss
Donnaís so angry with you.

Jamie: Yeah, I
can understand that.

Bridget: You
can? I see the way she looks at you. Now, when I look at you, I see someone that
can do anything, I mean, that could do anything to make things right.

Jamie: Bridget
--

Bridget: I'm
not saying that you have to do that, mind. It's just Victoria
-- she needs something, and it's certainly not a baby.

Jamie: Well, I
think she's very happy with a baby.

Bridget: Oh,
Jamie. Jamie, she was brought up alone, without any family or anything. I mean,
she certainly is not the prime example of one that should be raising another
child in the exact same circumstances.

Jamie: Do you
think I haven't thought about that, Bridget? That's my child. I don't take this
lightly.

Bridget: You
know, Victoria comes on so strong, but she is not strong at all. I mean, she's a
very lost child herself, and nobody can seem to understand that.

Jamie: Listen
to me, Bridget. I don't know if I'm right -- I'm not sure about a lot of things
right now -- but I think -- I think that I would be a better father to my child
if I weren't married to Vicky.

Bridget: You
don't love her at all? I -- I see you worry about her, and I know that you're a
gentle man.

Jamie: Do you
think I should marry her out of guilt?

Bridget: Oh,
Jamie. Jamie, all my life, I've done things and Iíve said things that I felt in
my heart were not right, I mean, just to try and make Victoria safe. I don't
know. I -- I shouldn't be talking to you like this. I'm sorry.

Jamie: No,
Bridget, I'm glad you did. I can't talk to Donna or Michael, and I need to talk
to someone who loves Vicky.

Bridget: Oh,
Jamie, I do love her.

Jamie: Bridget,
Iím trying to do the right thing. And I'm not saying that I know what that is,
but I'm trying.

Bridget: I
know. That's what makes it all so sad.

Bridget: Yes,
well, aye. Aye.

Mary: Michael.

Michael: Yeah?

Mary: Hi.

Michael: Oh,
hi, Mary.

Mary: What are
you doing here?

Michael: Well,
Vickyís just been brought in.

Mary: Why?
What's the matter?

Michael: They
don't know. She fainted and her blood pressure's acting up. I don't know what's
going on, Mary, but I really don't like it. I'm on my way to tell Marley.

Mary: Don't let
her get up.

Michael: Get
up? Why? Is she in bed?

Mary: Oh, she
had a little procedure done yesterday just to prep her for the surgery, and her
doctor just wants her to stay in bed for a day or two.

Michael: Well,
is she well enough for me to tell her about Vicky?

Mary: Oh, yes,
absolutely, and she should know. Just don't let her get up and rush down here to
play nurse.

Michael: Ok,
well, I wonít.

Mary: Let me
know if there's anything I can do.

Michael: I
will. And thank you.

Mary: You're
welcome. Bye.

Michael: See
you.

Bridget: Miss
Donna?

Donna: Hmm?
What?

Bridget:
Victoria's going to be all right, isn't she?

Donna: Yes.
Yes, of course she's going to be all right.

Bridget: Miss
Donna?

Donna: What?

Bridget: Ahem.
It's not -- I mean, I know it's not my place to ask something like this, but --

Donna: Well,
what, Bridget? Go ahead.

Bridget: Well,
I wonder if I could take a few days off, you know, when Miss Victoria gets home
from the hospital so I could look after her.

Donna: You mean
stay with her at her loft?

Bridget: Well,
I know it's a bit a burden, I mean, on you and Mr. Michael, what, with Mikey to
take care of --

Donna: No! No,
that would be fine. I mean, if we needed extra help, we could hire someone else.

Bridget: You
mean I can do it?

Donna: Oh,
Bridget, I think it would be a wonderful idea. I mean, I have been so worried
about her not eating enough, not sleeping enough.

Bridget: Oh,
well, I'll see to that, you know?

Donna: Oh, I
know, I know. Oh, Bridget, this would make Michael and I both so happy to know
that someone who loves her very much is taking care of her.

Bridget: Well,
now, I'm going to keep an eye on her to see she doesn't faint anymore, you know?

Donna: You
know, she's -- she's always thought of you as a mother.

Bridget: Oh,
no. No, miss Donna. No, ever since she was a wee little thing, she always dreamt
of the day when she was going to find her real mother.

Donna: Did she
really?

Bridget: Yes,
she did. I think she sort of thought of me as kind of like a -- a grandmother.
Although I always loved her, just as if she were my own.

Donna: She was
very lucky to have you.

Bridget: Oh, I
don't know about that. But if she wants me, I'll be there.

Mary: I know
how painful this must be for you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry.
I'm just trying to let you know that I care about you.

Chris: Let me
go.

Mary: What?

Chris: Just let
me go. Don't waste your time on me.

Mary: It's not
a waste. I want to help you.

Chris: I've had
therapy before. It never works.

Mary: Maybe
this time it will.

Chris: No.

Mary: Chris, if
you want to get better, you can.

Chris: Doctors
don't understand me.

Mary: What is
it that they don't understand? Please, please, I really want to know.

[Baby cries]

Mary: Is there
someone that you would like to talk to, someone that you trust enough to -- to
tell the things that you can't tell me?

Chris: John.

Mary: John who?

Chris: John
Hudson would understand.

Mary: Would you
like me to call him?

Mary: I tell
you what -- unless you tell me not to, I'll go over there right now and I'll
call him.

[Chris sighs]

[Phone rings]

John: Hello?

Mary: Hi, John.
It's Mary.

John: Hi, Mary.

Mary: I've just
been talking to Chris, and she seems to feel that you're the one person who
might be able to understand her.

John: Are you
with her now?

Mary: Yeah, I'm
at the hospital, in the patients' lounge.

John: Can she
hear you talking to me?

Mary: Um -- I
don't know if she's listening. Could you come over?

John: Listen,
Mary, I --

Mary: Please. I
think it would really mean a lot to her.

John: Let me
get back to you on this one, ok?

Mary: Ok. Ok,
thanks. Bye.

[Woman speaks
Vietnamese]

Michael: John?

John: Oh, hi,
Mike.

Michael: Hey,
you ok?

John: Yeah, you
know, just thinking.

Michael: You
have some pretty deep thoughts.

John: Yeah,
well, deep enough. Listen, don't mind me. I get down sometimes. What are you
doing out here?

Michael: Well,
I just came by to tell you that Vickyís in the hospital.

John: Ok, well,
I'll stop in and see her, you know, as soon as she feels up to it.

Michael: Great.
I know she'd appreciate that. I tell you, the reason that I actually stopped by
was to tell you that I want you to start working on the house. We got an
architect lined up and I'd like you to start as soon as possible.

John: Good
enough. Consider it started.

Michael: Great.
How are things going with you?

John: Well, not
too bad. We've got a job renovating an art gallery here in town, and Felicia
just stopped by. She wants us to remodel the kitchen at Tops.

Michael: Great!
Sounds like things are picking up, huh?

John: Yeah,
well, it could be worse.

Michael: Yeah.
What are you going to do about Jason?

John: What do
you mean?

Michael: Well,
the last time we talked, I got the impression you thought that maybe dissolving
your partnership was the smartest thing to do. Might as well do it sooner than
later, huh?

Felicia: Herb
is picking up Daisy in a little while, you know, he's babysitting, and then
Mitch and I are off.

Lisa: Aren't
you going to miss her?

Felicia: You
know what? I think I am. Is she not the cutest and sweetest little girl you've
ever seen?

Lisa: Oh, cute
and sweet. But little? I don't know. Have you seen these feet?

Felicia: Honey,
come on now, girls don't like to talk about their shoe size. You know that.

Lisa: Oh, I'm
sorry, daisy.

Felicia:
Sweetheart.

Lisa: I'm
sorry, I didn't mean it.

Felicia: Ooh,
Lisa, packing! I hate to pack. I always feel like Iím forgetting something. And
then, of course, if you do, there's always that dreaded job of shopping.

Lisa: Oh,
shopping. We wouldn't want to shop.

Felicia: No,
because then you got to buy luggage and you got to put all the new stuff that
you just bought into it and -- hey. You all right?

Lisa: I'm fine.
I just came to wish you bon voyage.

Felicia: Honey,
now, you know that Jamie is going to have to spend some more time with Vicky now
that she's ill, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't still love you.

Lisa: I know,
Felicia, but then he's with me and I'm just coming down on Vicky the whole time.

Felicia: You
got to stop doing that.

Lisa: I don't
do it intentionally. It just comes out that way.

Felicia: Well,
it's because you love him and you're afraid to lose him to that little schemer.
Sorry. Shouldn't speak ill of the ill. Right?

Lisa: Felicia,
they're getting closer and closer, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Felicia: Honey,
you're the one who broke off the engagement.

Lisa: I know, I
know. I thought it was the right thing to do.

Felicia: Right
for who, you or for Jamie?

Lisa: What
difference does it make?

Felicia: Ooh.
Wait a minute. You sound like you're giving up.

Lisa: No, I'm
not.

Felicia: What
are you planning to do, sit around and just mope about it, huh?

Lisa: Felicia,
I don't know how to fight an unborn baby.

Felicia: Ok,
look, I do have some advice.

[Daisy barks]

Felicia: Of
course, you don't have to listen -- does she? No, she doesnít.

Lisa: It's ok.
I need all the advice I can get.

Felicia: You
know, this is going to sound a little strange coming from your good old aunt
Felicia -- in fact, it may sound a little crude -- but, well, it has worked for
me from time to time.

Lisa: What's
worked?

Felicia: Well,
I -- I think the best way for a woman to fight for a man is to be in his arms.

Ronnie: Jake?

Jake: Yeah?

Ronnie: Vicky's
asking to see you, but don't stay more than five minutes.

Jake: Why not?

Ronnie: She's
exhausted and she has more tests in the morning.

Jake: Got it.
Talk to you later, Donna.

Donna: Yeah.

Jamie: Hi,
Ronnie.

Ronnie: Hi.

Bridget: I
brought you a nice cup of tea.

Donna: Oh, no,
Bridget, no, thank you, not right now.

Bridget: But
it'll keep your strength up, dear.

Donna: Look,
all I need is to just to hear some good news about Victoria,
that's all.

Jamie: Hello.

Donna: Thank
you.

Jamie: Hi. I
hear our patient is awake and having visitors.

Donna: Yes, she
is.

Jamie: And I
hear that her blood pressure has been normal now for several hours. That's very
good news.

Bridget: Yes,
well, she still looks very weak, you know.

Jamie: Yeah,
well, our tests will help us understand why.

Donna: Don't
you think it could be because of all the stress that she's been under?

Jamie: Yes,
that's a part of it, but pregnant women, they can handle stress a lot better
than people think.

Donna: Or so
you'd like to believe.

Jamie: I beg
your pardon?

Donna: Jamie, I
think you would love to find some convenient medical reason for her fainting so
you don't have to blame yourself.

Jamie: Donna,
this is not the place to go into that.

Donna: Isn't
that funny, it's never the right time or the right place for those who try to
shirk responsibility.

Jamie: We went
on a picnic and a short boat ride. That's all.

Donna: I am not
talking about yesterday.

Bridget: Miss
Donna.

Donna: You got
Victoria pregnant, and now you're acting like it's no concern of yours.

Felicia: What
time is it? If we go to the airport now, we'll be two hours early!

Mitch: It's an
international flight. You're supposed to be there an hour early.

Felicia:
Exactly -- one hour, not two hours! My camisole! It has teeth marks in it! And
it's brand-new, too!

Mitch: Honey,
you're always supposed to be there an hour early, and if it's an international
flight, that's another hour early. That comes out to a total of two hours early!

Felicia: It's
-- you're a madman, you know that? You -- you are a madman. I've married a
madman!

Mitch: Look,
I've been to the bank, I got the passports, Iíve got the travelers' cheques.
They're all in my name. You said you were going to meet me there.

Felicia: Why is
this boa damp? Daisy. Ugh! It's a good thing that herb picked her up. It's a bad
omen to strangle your puppy on your honeymoon.

Mitch: Honey?

Felicia: What?

Mitch: I've got
my passport, the travelers' cheques. I've got the hotel confirmation. I even
have the number of the American consulate.

Felicia: Well,
you're a madcap little thing, aren't you?

Mitch: Where is
your passport?

Felicia: Um --
it's in the top drawer in the living room.

Mitch: No, it's
not.

Felicia: No?

Mitch: Did you
lose your passport? Because if you lost your passport, then that means that
we've got to replace it, and if we have to replace it, we're going to have to do
it today, and if we have to do it today, then that means we won't get a passport
and it means that we won't be going on our honeymoon. Does this happen every
time you go somewhere?

Felicia: Yes. I
-- I run around, I say goodbye to all my friends, and I always pack at the last
minute, and sometimes I -- I can't find my passport.

Mitch: Honey?

Felicia: Does
this mean that the marriage is over?

Mitch: Tell me
where the passport is.

Felicia: The
passport. If it's not in the drawer outside, then it's in this drawer right over
here. I'll get it for you. It's not here.

Mitch: The
airline. They were calling to say the flight has been delayed. They just wanted
to let us know before we went to the airport.

Felicia: Well,
now, isn't that nice. We have all this lovely time. In fact, I -- I think it's
exactly an hour. Gee, it'd be a shame if we wasted it, wouldn't it?

Mitch: I think
we can think of something.

Felicia: Oh,
good.

Donna: Why
don't you just admit it? You couldn't be happier if Victoria
lost your baby.

Bridget: Miss
Donna!

Donna: That's
why you took her out to that boat. You wanted her to have an accident so then
you could come back and tell everybody that she just fainted.

Jamie: I can't
believe you actually think this.

Donna: But you
don't have to worry. Victoria would cover for you, I'm sure, because she loves
you so much.

Jamie: Donna,
you are going way too far!

Donna: Oh, too
far, or is it that Iím too close?

Jamie: You're
too just upset about Vicky --

Donna: Yes, I
am upset about Victoria! I have been ever since I found out that she was
carrying your child!

Lisa: Donna,
this is a hospital. If you have a quarrel with Jamie, save it for a private
place.

Donna: Great.
The sweet little voice of reason here.

Lisa: Jamie
rushed Vicky to the hospital because he cares about that baby and about Vicky.

Donna: Oh, is
that what he tells you every time he comes home to you at night?

Bridget: Miss
Donna --

Donna: Please
--

Bridget: Now,
look, you're upsetting yourself.

Donna: Please,
I am just fighting for Victoriaís rights here.

Lisa: Whatever
you are fighting for, stop harassing Jamie. He's gone out of his way for Vicky.

Jamie: Lisa --

Donna: I am not
going to discuss this with you.

Lisa: Oh, well,
that's fine with me!

Bridget: Now,
Miss Donna, you come over here now. You come over here and you have your cup of
tea. Come on now.

Jamie: I'm
sorry you had to hear all that. She's obviously too upset to know what she's
saying.

Lisa: Don't
make excuses for her. She's the same way she's always been.

Jamie: Well,
everybody's very tense around here, Lisa.

Lisa: Well,
you're the only one I'm worried about. Look, I -- I came here to -- to talk to
you about something that is probably a little more agreeable.

Jamie: Yeah,
like what?

Lisa: Well, I
was wondering if when you got off of duty, maybe you could --

Jamie: What?

Lisa: This is
ridiculous. I feel like I'm in high school or something. Do you want to come
over for dinner tonight?

Jamie: Are you
kidding? Of course. I'd love to.

Lisa: Good.
I'll see you later.

Jamie: Ok.

Mary: I want to
talk to you about Chris.

John: I told
you Iíd get back to you.

Mary: Yes, I
know. I decided I couldn't wait. John, it is the first time she has responded to
anything at all.

John: What do
you mean?

Mary: She has
totally shut herself off from everybody and everything ever since she was
admitted.

John: Look,
Mary, I want her to get well. You know that.

Mary: You want
to help her?

John: I don't
think that I deal with that stuff very well.

Mary: What
stuff? Do you mean the lies that she told you?

John: No, no,
no, that's not it.

Mary: Well,
then what? She seems to feel that you're the only person who can understand her.

John: Maybe
that's the problem, Mary. I think I do.

Mary: Well,
then you can be her bridge back to reality.

John: Well,
maybe it's better if she doesn't have a bridge back to reality.

Mary: You don't
mean that.

John: I mean it
would be a lot easier than digging up all that pain and those ugly memories.

Mary: Are you
talking about her pain or yours?

John: I'm not
sure anymore.

Mary: Do you
deal with your pain by the work you do?

John:
Sometimes.

Mary: Maybe
that's why Chris wanted to be in construction.

John: Yeah,
maybe, maybe. Look, Mary, when I got hit, I knew it was real bad. But the pain
wasn't the thing that scared me. What really scared me was -- was the thought
that I would be out there all alone and no one would know where I was, that I
would just die alone. And then I felt this hand under my arm and then a hand
under the other arm, and then somebody picked me up and --

John: Somebody
picked me up. Somebody -- somebody risked their life to save my butt. So I guess
I just can't leave Chris there, can I? I'll talk to her.

Singer: Part of
my dreams I was so lonely here without you

[Knock on door]

Singer: I was
so cold just like a statue oh, being with you

Lisa: Hi. Oh.

Jamie: Hi.

Lisa: For me?

Jamie: Since I
couldn't bring the wine, yeah.

Lisa: Well, you
brought yourself. We'll have some time to talk before dinner's ready.

Jamie: Oh,
good.

Lisa: I'm glad
you were able to find the time to -- time off, you know?

Jamie: Me, too.
I mean, it's been a long time since we've spent an evening together.

Lisa: I've
missed those evenings.

Jamie: Yeah,
me, too. You know, since all this started, you know, this stuff with Vicky --